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Chapter 260: Entrail-Expelling Curse
Wade paused slightly, then stepped forward under the heavy stares of the towering Malfoy and Crabbe.
"Wade?" Dumbledore greeted him, his voice calm. "I assume you brought what I asked for?"
"Yes," Wade replied.
His words drew Crabbe’s attention away, while Narcissa Malfoy kept her hand resting gently on Draco’s back, offering silent comfort.
But Wade felt Lucius Malfoy’s icy gaze lingering on him—cold as a Water Serpent coiled in shadow.
"Dumbledore," Malfoy said coldly, "why invite an outsider? I didn’t know Wade Gray was even considered a party to this matter."
"You’ve come at a most convenient time," Dumbledore replied. "Just today, Wade unveiled a new invention—"
At that, every adult present except Snape turned to look at the boy.
"—he’s refined the Double-Sided Mirror technology, creating a炼金 product capable of recording visual footage. What was it called again? Ah, yes—MagicTelevision."
Dumbledore snapped his fingers as if remembering, then turned to the two families standing nearby.
Draco’s face grew paler with every passing second.
Dumbledore continued, "Young Mr. Malfoy has consistently refused any Scrying Charm on his wand. Of course, I am merely a headmaster, without enforcement authority."
"Though the Minister of Magic should be present in the Great Hall right now, you declined to allow a Ministry official or an Auror to conduct a fair investigation. In that case, we can simply review the footage captured by the Streaming Mirror to see exactly what occurred."
He turned to the parents, his tone polite. "What say you?"
Malfoy’s eyes flickered.
He hadn’t received an invitation to the Hogwarts Tournament, nor had he heard rumors of a "Streaming Mirror." He didn’t know whether Dumbledore’s claim was true.
But if the inventor was Wade Gray… the possibility of the device’s existence was real.
Even if it did exist—how likely was it that it had captured the moment of conflict among Draco’s group?
If the playback was refused, it would be damning proof of guilt. But if the recording played…
Without evidence, they could still deny it—blame Dumbledore’s conspiracy or claim some other student had orchestrated the attack.
But with proof? The Malfoy family would face a devastating cost.
Malfoy weighed his options, not turning to look at his wife or son.
Narcissa had always spoiled Draco, and Malfoy knew his son too well. From the moment he saw Draco at school, he’d already known the boy had done something terrible.
Before he could make a decision, Crabbe spoke in a rough, gravelly voice:
"This is troubling, Dumbledore… I want to know who did this to my Vincent."
Malfoy glanced at Crabbe. The man, once a loyal follower, now looked grim, avoiding eye contact entirely.
Malfoy’s stomach dropped.
"Of course," Dumbledore said, turning to Wade with a steady tone, "your efforts are appreciated, Wade."
Wade stepped forward, enlarging the Child Mirror to the size of a full-length mirror. Then he took out the Mother Mirror, tapped its surface with his wand, and whispered a spell. The image on the mirror began to rewind rapidly.
Everyone watched the Child Mirror as the画面 flickered wildly, then suddenly settled—showing familiar figures. The footage played back at normal speed.
Wade lowered his wand, slipped the Mother Mirror into his pocket, and stepped aside.
Suddenly, Professor Snape turned to him. His eyes narrowed slightly—just enough to signal Wade to leave the Mother Mirror behind. Then he quietly departed.
Wade acted as if he hadn’t noticed. Hands in his pockets, he shifted slightly to the side, making himself as unobtrusive as possible.
The head of the Serpent House looked icy, terrifying. But Wade no longer met his gaze.
He was just as curious as anyone else about how this had happened—and how it would end.
The Magic Puppet Bird that had captured the footage was positioned a bit too far away. The Child Mirror picked up the rustle of leaves in the wind, the flapping of wings, distant shouts and screams—but the words of the six young wizards remained unclear.
There was magic to amplify specific sounds, but no one seemed to think of it. Instead, all eyes narrowed in silence, watching the scene unfold.
The six seemed to have just escaped some strange creature. They ran toward the mirror in panic, Daphne tripped and fell, and the others stopped to help her. They all collapsed, gasping for breath.
Their expressions were strained, the atmosphere between them tense.
Not long after, Vincent Crabbe and Draco began arguing—then shoving, then fighting.
Draco, usually so arrogant and confident, was slender and small. He was no match for Vincent’s towering, muscular frame.
With brute strength, Vincent pinned Draco to the ground, grinding his teeth as he pounded him with furious blows.
Others pulled them apart. Zabini and the others seemed to blame Vincent—but then he suddenly roared at them, and they flinched, releasing him.
Daphne and Pansy tried to intervene, but the boys fought without restraint. Vincent accidentally struck Daphne in the face with his elbow—blood burst from her nose, and she collapsed.
A House-elf suddenly appeared, as silent as a ghost. It didn’t even glance at the fight—just scooped up the bleeding Daphne and vanished.
Pansy was knocked down too, but she sprang up immediately, shoving Vincent hard. Her face twisted in fury as she screamed something—her expression wild, fierce, almost feral.
She wasn’t unattractive, but in that moment, she looked like a wild beast. Vincent froze, momentarily stunned.
And then, still on the ground, Draco suddenly lifted his head. He drew his wand and shouted—
A bolt of black light struck Vincent.
The boy froze. His movements halted mid-motion. His face twisted in agony, then he collapsed without warning.
Where he fell, a large, obscured mass appeared—blood spreading across the ground.
Pansy shrieked. The others stood frozen, utterly paralyzed.
Draco, in contrast, reacted with panic. He dropped his wand and scrambled backward, trembling.
"Enough!"
Big Malfoy stood abruptly, pointed his wand at the Child Mirror—and the image vanished.
Dumbledore exhaled deeply, his eyes filled with sorrow. He looked at Draco, voice quiet.
"Entrail-Expelling Curse…"
He spoke slowly, "I don’t recall teaching you that spell."
(End of Chapter)
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